Grusen's glory goes back to a legendary figure long ago.
Before the appearance of Shaman Ril and the Canding Empire, the most powerful country in the Dreamland was called the Dream Empire. Dreamland is named after it. The glory of Grusen is one of the ten swords of the founding emperor of the Dream Empire.
Although it is not known whether this long sword is the real glory of Grusen, what is certain is that it has aroused the interest of most of the people present.
Dilling and Hydein are two of them.
Even if they were far away, they could feel the aura of kingship emanating from that sword, which was definitely not something that could be simulated by imitation of cost.
The people who come to participate in the underground auction have more or less Taobao eyes, and they can see that even if they don't have such a reputation, this is a superb sword. It's just that with such a reputation, the price of this sword will be even more expensive.
"The reserve price for this sword is... two thousand gold coins." The host smiled and listened to the cursing off the field.
"Two thousand and one gold coins."
"Two thousand and two gold coins."
Everyone shouted cautiously due to the high price.
"Two thousand and three..."
"Ten thousand gold coins."
The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned to look at the man with a sweet voice coming from behind.
The host's eyes were shining, "Sir, are you sure it's ten thousand gold coins?"
Hydein nodded lazily.
"Tsk, fool!" Someone in front of him scolded.
Immediately, there was scolding and ridicule on the field.
Sometimes contempt is one of the most obvious expressions of disguising inner jealousy.
The host shouted: "10,000 gold coins! Is there a higher price? If not, this sword will belong to the magician!"
There was still an unnervingly silent atmosphere.
"Good! Deal!"
The sword was quickly sent down.
The deal goes to the third round.
The guy at the auction quietly walked up to Heidein and asked if he should pay for the item immediately or wait until the auction is over. Seeing that Dilling's eyes were still glued to the stage, Hyde chose the latter.
The guy didn't leave after asking, but sat on the side and waited quietly.
Hyde raised an eyebrow. Does this prevent the buyer from regretting it after buying it? After all, the underground auction house does not have a membership system like a legitimate auction house, to ensure that each member has a file record.
The third item on display at the auction was a person.
Although both the Shaman Riel and the Candin Empire prohibit the sale of slaves, they do not prohibit the sale of lifelong servants. And underground auction venues take up this space. Standing on the stage is a beautiful and charming beauty. Her skin was as smooth as suet, her eyes were as pure as the sky, and most importantly, her body exuded a charming aura that everyone could not help but be intoxicated with, instantly making the once dull auction house climax again.
The beauty's base price is eight thousand gold coins.
Dilling looked at the crazy host and buyers, and felt sad for a while.
The auction house is actually the best mirror to reflect the current state of the country. When a beautiful woman can auction a sky-high price better than a peerless sword, then, even if this country has not sunk in corruption, it will not be far away.
Hydein and Dilling got up and went to the backstage to pay for the sword.
But when they got to the backstage, they saw the angry face of the auction house owner, and everyone else stood there with sad faces, at a loss.
When the guy proposed to take the sword, the owner's face twisted like dough, and it took a long time for a smile to appear before he bowed to Hydein and Dilling: "I'm so sorry. I know this is an unforgivable mistake, but , It's really surprising that such a shameless person exists in this world. I really... "
Dilling said, "What happened?"
The owner's face shook again, and his smile instantly collapsed, "Grussen's glory... was stolen."
Hydein frowned.
The owner hurriedly said: "Of course, of course. I will definitely follow the rules and compensate like you. It's just that 20,000 gold coins is not a small number, and I can't get it all together. Look, can you give me a few days? Of course, of course, I definitely don't. Repayment. Trust me, such a large sum--"
"Who stole it?" This was the focus of Hydein's attention.
The host glared at the people behind him.
One of them took a bold step forward and said, "We don't know how the sword was lost. It's just that the sword that was there suddenly became..." He slowly raised the thing in his hand, "Cucumber ."
"The elusive stealing method, is it someone from the Thieves Guild?" The guy standing next to him suddenly asked.
The man said, "Even if it's not, it doesn't matter. Isn't the Thieves Guild grading all thieves like magicians? To be able to break through the guards like our auction hall without knowing it, is at least a first-level thief."
The host said with hatred: "I'm afraid it's a super first-class."
Others were surprised.
In the Thieves Guild, the super-level thieves are almost the tenth-level among magicians, and they belong to the top powerhouses.
Hyde turned his head away with a sullen face.
The owner sighed in relief and was secretly happy. It seems that the buyer doesn't care about compensation.
"Remember to send the compensation to the Duke of Baseco's mansion, and sign it as Hydein Tajilis." Dilling glanced at the host who changed his face again, and followed Hydein with a chuckle.
…
The Ducal Palace of Baseco
Hydein… Tajlis…
The field owner clutched his chest and slowly fell to the ground with a very elegant posture.
Heidein walked to the door and suddenly stopped.
Di Lindao: "Are you going to go to the Thieves Guild?"
"You haven't set a date for your auction." Heidein said.
Di Lin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to think about it at this time. "The branch president will help me arrange it. That sword... It's actually not that important. It's the same for choosing other gifts." Although he had never dealt with the Thieves Guild, he had heard of it somewhat. Like the Undead Guild, it belongs to the invisible guild of the Dreamland. It is despised and feared by the Magic Guild of the Light God Guild and the Knights Guild, but they have nothing to do with it.
Heidein said: "From the moment I photographed it, it was mine. I hate people touching my things."
Dilling knew his character, and any further persuasion would only add fuel to the fire, and on second thought, no matter how difficult it was, it had already been provoked, and this time it should have reduced the danger and difficulty.
The two walked around the city before returning to the Duke's Mansion.
Bob pointed to the big box containing 30,000 gold coins in the hall and said, "It was sent by someone from the underground auction house."
Dilling said with a smile: "It's really fast."
Hydein glanced at him and suddenly said, "Does your father love money?"
"Huh?" Dilling was asked.
Hydein murmured, "Will it be more affordable to send money?" In this way, you can buy whatever you want.
As if he didn't hear it, Bob coughed dryly: "I have written a letter about the arrival of Magister Tajilis to the house and sent it to the Duke."
Dilling smiled slightly, a little shy. Of course he knew that Bob's letter was definitely not as simple as writing it to the government.
Hyde quickly went back to his room to sleep, and Dilling was about to go upstairs, but was quietly stopped by Bob and stuffed him with something.
"What is this?" Dilling looked at the small bottle in his hand.
Bob's face was a little unnatural, and he said, "When the auction house owner came, I inadvertently asked about the common sense... between men. He gave me something like this. I think, maybe one day you will useful."
Dilling listened to him incoherently, and his face was blank.
"Actually, you don't have to know so early." Bob suddenly regretted and wanted to take the things back.
Di Lin tightened his fingers and ran upstairs with a smile, saying, "Since I can use it one day, I'll keep it for now."
Back in the room, he closed the door, opened the bottle and smelled it, there was a strong rose fragrance, and poured out a little more. It was a viscous liquid, a touch of amber color, he couldn't help licking it with his tongue, it was very cool.
Between men... common sense...
Di Lin suddenly thought of "One Hundred Questions about Bed Matters", and he was shocked and almost knocked over the bottle.
"Could this be..." He opened his mouth slowly, and the scene where he smeared it on Heidein... in his mind somehow came to his mind, and his whole body became hot involuntarily.
He put down the bottle, ran into the bathroom and quickly took a cold shower, then leaned against the wall naked and thought silently: The teacher is in a bad mood right now, I wonder if this kind of thing will improve his mood
He remembered that the conclusion of "One Hundred Questions about Bed Matters" was:
All the theories are boring, and even if the text in this book is exquisite, it can only make you mad, and it will never solve your real needs. Only by experiencing it yourself will you understand how wonderful it is. Oh my gosh, I thought, it's time for me to practice.
…
Do you really want to practice
He touched the wall, as if he wanted to feel the mood of the person next door at the moment.
half an hour.
"No, the instructor lives there."
He jumped out of the bathtub and picked out a set of extremely delicate and beautiful clothes to put on. Usually, he would definitely not wear such complicated clothes, but at this time, he just wanted to show his best side.
After wearing the clothes for half an hour, just when the last button was buttoned, and he was about to be done, he suddenly remembered a sentence in "100 Questions about Bed Matters": Don't wear too much or too complicated, passion burns with boiling point , after reaching this point, the temperature will slowly decrease. Complicated clothes will only miss the passion in vain, become a meaningless touch, or even turn off the lights to sleep.
"… "
He quickly took off his clothes, rushed into the bathroom, and changed into a nightgown.
"This should be no problem, right?" Dilling looked in the mirror, trying to find the possible flaws in his body, "perhaps, make another cup of coffee?"
"One Hundred Questions about Bed Matters" came to mind again:
No no no! Definitely not coffee. At this moment, we need to be distracted. Coffee will only make your head become more calculating. Maybe it's the fat on your body, or the crow's feet at the corner of your eyes. If you don't have it, you should also be careful that it will take your lover's attention away. Go to the number of hairs. So, get some fruit bars and sweeten your kisses with a touch of sweetness. It's better to be a little dizzy, you know, doing whatever you want is a wonderful word.
Bob, who was about to go upstairs just after inspecting the duke's mansion, suddenly saw Dilling rushing over in his nightgown, blinking at himself excitedly, "Is there any fruit wine?"
Bob: "… "Did he do something wrong before? If the duke knew... well, better not let him know.
"Yes," he heard himself answer.